thewingedword

I always forget how bizarre your hair looks right after it's been cut- mine, at least. Usually it's a bit straight and a bit wavy and entirely out of my control, just this heavy long mass hanging down my back and getting in my face. Now, it's... I don't know. It swishes. It has fluffiness and layers and smells good and is therefore entirely too much like a cake for my liking, though I suspect I shall grow fond of it and miss it when my disregard of hair products other than shampoo and conditioner, and of blow dryers and such, will cause it to desert me. Does anyone else have this experience?

I'm so  conflicted when it comes to human contact. Sometimes I'm perfectly happy to rest next to someone, just hearing them breathe and enjoying their company- and sometimes the mere presence of another person in the room makes me twitchy and irritable. Sometimes I call people and talk, taking pleasure in the conversation- other times, the sound of a human voice makes me want to cover my ears and scream. I like to think that I'm becoming a little more open to people, a little more extroverted and companionable, but I doubt I'll ever entirely loose my solitary side.

Mille Bournes looks like a fascinating game, but due to unfortunate circumstances, I spent most of my time with the deck admiring the pictures and listening to a cousin complain about the awful hangover she had. So it goes. It appears, in any case, to be entirely impossible to explain how to play it.

I have a sudden, desperate craving for string music, something classical. Can anyone rec me an album or something? I'm going on a book 'n' music shopping spree, soon. Also, I'm writing a position paper on music (not sure of the specific topic, yet) and I could use some inspiration to listen to.

Comment with your username and I'll give you an honest compliment. Then post this in your journal and spread the love.

Renfests really are the bomb. If there's a downside, it's that a lot of people feel encouraged to wear belly-dancer outfits and really tight corsets who probably oughtn't; if you can store your camera in your cleavage, you might want to loosen the laces a bit. Of course, there reciprocate upside is the attractive people wandering around in less clothes than they might normally go for. Mmph.

Hair-cage thing worked marvelously. And a five-minute explanation about how it's linked to the mathematical model of pi doesn't work as well as a thirty-second demonstration of "look, flippy! and shiny!"

I am incredibly amused by my small but widely varied French vocabulary. I know how to say goodbye six different ways, but not the days of the week. I can count up to twenty, ask "Where is the library?", and say "bite harder." *snickers* I don't know where that one came from, but I suspect my f-list or PPN were involved somehow.

Had another random moment of wishing I'd pursued friendship with some people back when it was feasible. I'll get over it, and besides, y'all are the best group of friends I could ask for. *hugs everyone*

As soon as I figure out where to lay my claim, I'm going to sign up for that stories100 thing for Supernatural. I didn't mention it before, but I have a hidden motive for choosing that fandom- as of yet, none of you write in it. I have some fantastic writers on my f-list, and I'm not sure my self-esteem's up to being in direct competition with them. *smiles wryly*

ETA: BAHAHAHA! Neil Gaiman is listed as an interest of the nose fetish lj community. *dies happy*

ETA2: Jensen Ackles: "I look good in this outfit, don't I?"
It's a bunch of... I don't know, some sort of body armor one wears for extreme cycling. The worst part is that he actually DOES look fantastic in it. Hmm.